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Emily Post's Etiquette, Chapter 9 Conversation, Phrases and Pronunciation, Slang

SLANG

The fact that slang is apt and forceful makes its use irresistibly tempting.  Coarse or profane slang is beside the mark, but the "movies," "deadly" (meaning dull), "swell" (meaning first-rate), "divine" (meaning pleasant), "hunch," and "O.K." and even such phrases as "and how!" "so what?" and "you betcha" are words and phrases in common use which would perhaps make our American vernacular stilted to exclude.

It must be remembered that all slang is so greatly modified by the tone of voice in which it is said that the vocabulary as printed may give an inaccurate impression.  Slang, to be acceptable, must be fresh and applicable or it is as unappetizing as a left-over buckwheat cake.   Moreover, it is like underscoring with written words, and to be effective must be sparingly used.

All colloquial expressions are little foxes that spoil the grapes of perfect diction, but they are very little foxes: the false elegance of stupid pretentiousness, however it is an annihilating blight that destroys root and vine.

Tonite we ( http://www.myspace.com/hotrodflames  , http://www.myspace.com/ixmntr ) attended a bday party.  An over the hill bday party.  It was fascinating and disturbing to realize that I'm just 12 1/2 years away from that lovely party myself.  There were the old jewish swingers as always, and the drunken frenchman and the random obnoxious kids in the backyard.  The kids were being quieter than the adults in the karaoke room.  I was happier hanging out with the kids and sneaking them drinks now and then.  

I'm still sticking to the  "shoot me at 50" landmark.  People who get much older than that get health problems, get confused easily about day to day technological advancements (see my video on my main page) and turn incredibly annoying due to that.   I'd rather not become that type of burden. 

Came home, drank some yellowtail cabernet sauvignon (not very leggy but a full range of spices) and ate some funyuns with the above +   http://www.myspace.com/silvermllm and I'll be drinking some more before I start making superbowl appetizers for tomorrow.

So guess what I did this weekend?  A handful of us went to the Adult Entertainment Expo in Vegas.  We got a cool Dodge Magnum and drove out late Friday and ate and drank ourselves silly.  On Saturday we went to the Expo and met huge hot gay men pornstars and giant juggie girls and Ron Jeremy and saw Jenna and Tera Patrick and chicks in latex and a really hott bondage show.  It was totally based on videos and video marketing rather than novelties and toys but it was still really cool. 

Had tickets to the AVN awards show but we sold them and tevo'd the show.  Paid for the room and still went to the afterparty and hung out with everyone.  Way fun.

Saw Gene Simmons and his lovely lady Shannon Tweed at the afterparty at house of blues.  Went to some strange guy's room--he bragged that he was "in the industry."  Turns out he was a buyer for Metro.  Whatever.  Shellee worked him for a free cab ride home and a couple of hits of smoking tobacco*.    

Saw danny and jackie on the way home and ate alien jerky in Barstow.  Good times were had by all.  

My ebay seller ID is resinoth . Please go bid on my trash and make it your treasure.  I love you all.

It is seriously so fucking wierd the people you find on here  or who find you.     I found people on here from my high school who I'm pretty sure didn't know how to shower properly back then and appear to have internet access now-- see http://www.myspace.com/sonyapeachy .  I've found this one really fat Christian dude from college who I really thought would have killed himself by now-- see http://www.myspace.com/lum_jigga .  Probably should have, but I guess --Congrats on not.  And there was this ex girlfriends ex best friend who sent a note and said "hi i'm still normal."   Which was totally fucking wierd because I sort of didn't think she would be--normal that is.  But whatever.  Good work on still being normal.  And of those three, I added just one.  The last one.  Because she's the most normal.  And that's for wayy sure a relative term.

It's 222 am on december 20, 2006 and I'm not smoking crack.  It's just that the snoring coming from down the hall is deafening so I'd rather be here in the living room.

Peace, love, and fruitcake to all. --s

So today I got out some old jewelry and stabbed through each and every hole that I once had pierced on my body just to make sure they were all still there.  They were.  At last count, there were 6.  12 if you count in as one hole and out as another, but that'd just be overkill, dontcha think?

No wait, when I was like 13 I put a safety pin through my chest and wore it there for like a summer.  That hole is gone.  I did it for the shock value of it--going to church camp like that and scaring people.   That one's gone and it's a damn good think because it looked fucking stupid.

Which brings me to remember the following:

The word "fuckin'" is short for "fucking" and is not ever spelled "fucken."  That would rhyme with "chicken" and that would be incorrect, even for a contracted slang verbal.  To anyone who should choose to write it in such a manner, remember that it's always best not to be an overweight illiterate greasy dyke foreigner or for that matter, anyone else who can't spell properly.